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afternoons.”
“So you worked here first?” I could tell by the way he sighed that he was thankful for my change of subject. Talking about penises and vaginas was not helping his jean situation, they appeared a bit tight in his crotch area. I would be willing to help him with that too, but he was my boss. I didn’t want him writing me up for sexual harassment. Although I would let him harass me happily!
“Yep, stayed in your room every summer for many years.”
“So we’ve shared the same bed already.” I winked at him just as a gush of water cooled us off. Well partially, even water couldn’t stop the fire burning deep inside of my body, longing for him.
“Shit!” He rolled away from me and jumped off the bed, yelling, “Help me bring down the flaps before everything is soaked.”
Joining him on my feet, we rolled down the sides we had put up an hour or so ago. “These are much easier to roll down.”
“The bottom edges are weighted so they hang straight down and to block the wind from whipping them up and around.”
“No wonder. I thought it was just that it was a heavy fabric, and so much of it.”
Watching him zip the canvas shut, my heart fluttered. I looked like I had entered a wet t-shirt contest I realized as I followed his eyes down to my chest. Moving my eyes back up to his, we stared at each other, and I thought to myself, here goes nothing before I began to take action. Stepping back a short distance, I crossed my arms and pulled my top up and over my head then reached back and unhooked my bra. I was on a roll, I had his full attention—I only hoped that he’d take the bait. Thinking I needed to make it absolutely clear what I wanted, I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down with my panties and stood before him within reach. “Don’t stop this time,” I said softly—my heart just the opposite, beat loudly.
His eyes took in every inch of me before resting just below my waist. He seemed quite fascinated with my minuscule patch of little red curls. “Your tiny carpet matches the drapery.” I couldn’t help but giggle, he was right I had always dyed my short curls below to match the bright red shade I tinted my long mane of hair. However, as his fingertips gently circled through my vibrant curls and then slipped lower, my laughter was replaced with a moan before his mouth engulfed mine.
There was no way I was letting him break free from my body this time. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I moved my hands to help him with his shirt and jeans only to find him going commando beneath. Oh so hot! Oh so beautiful naked. His body was nicely muscular, no rippling, bulging abs, but completely firm with just a sprinkling of hair on his pecs and a trail leading to a stunning package that looked eager to make my acquaintance.
Lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us to the empty bed that had taunted us the minute we hurried inside. I hoped something would happen between us—someway, somehow—when I first saw the outdoor room. How could you not hope for more when you were constantly teasing yourself with sexual thoughts of a hotter than hot cowboy?
Settled on the soft bedding, I squirmed beneath him until he was perfectly lined up with my entrance. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whispered between lashing each other’s lips, tongues. Not making me wait another minute… second, he entered me swiftly. Yes! Snug, a perfect fit. No going back, he spurred on. Moving his hips in a motion that hit all the right spots, I matched his movements as best I could.
“Oh God, Jade, you feel so good,” he groaned pushing deep into me.
Delirious with pleasure, he took me to a point where I lost all control of my body and sense. Waves of ecstasy rolled from inside to outside and back, a whirlwind of turbulent blasts hit me. No one had ever brought me to such a thundering orgasm both literally and figuratively as the storm crashed on
“So you worked here first?” I could tell by the way he sighed that he was thankful for my change of subject. Talking about penises and vaginas was not helping his jean situation, they appeared a bit tight in his crotch area. I would be willing to help him with that too, but he was my boss. I didn’t want him writing me up for sexual harassment. Although I would let him harass me happily!
“Yep, stayed in your room every summer for many years.”
“So we’ve shared the same bed already.” I winked at him just as a gush of water cooled us off. Well partially, even water couldn’t stop the fire burning deep inside of my body, longing for him.
“Shit!” He rolled away from me and jumped off the bed, yelling, “Help me bring down the flaps before everything is soaked.”
Joining him on my feet, we rolled down the sides we had put up an hour or so ago. “These are much easier to roll down.”
“The bottom edges are weighted so they hang straight down and to block the wind from whipping them up and around.”
“No wonder. I thought it was just that it was a heavy fabric, and so much of it.”
Watching him zip the canvas shut, my heart fluttered. I looked like I had entered a wet t-shirt contest I realized as I followed his eyes down to my chest. Moving my eyes back up to his, we stared at each other, and I thought to myself, here goes nothing before I began to take action. Stepping back a short distance, I crossed my arms and pulled my top up and over my head then reached back and unhooked my bra. I was on a roll, I had his full attention—I only hoped that he’d take the bait. Thinking I needed to make it absolutely clear what I wanted, I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down with my panties and stood before him within reach. “Don’t stop this time,” I said softly—my heart just the opposite, beat loudly.
His eyes took in every inch of me before resting just below my waist. He seemed quite fascinated with my minuscule patch of little red curls. “Your tiny carpet matches the drapery.” I couldn’t help but giggle, he was right I had always dyed my short curls below to match the bright red shade I tinted my long mane of hair. However, as his fingertips gently circled through my vibrant curls and then slipped lower, my laughter was replaced with a moan before his mouth engulfed mine.
There was no way I was letting him break free from my body this time. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I moved my hands to help him with his shirt and jeans only to find him going commando beneath. Oh so hot! Oh so beautiful naked. His body was nicely muscular, no rippling, bulging abs, but completely firm with just a sprinkling of hair on his pecs and a trail leading to a stunning package that looked eager to make my acquaintance.
Lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us to the empty bed that had taunted us the minute we hurried inside. I hoped something would happen between us—someway, somehow—when I first saw the outdoor room. How could you not hope for more when you were constantly teasing yourself with sexual thoughts of a hotter than hot cowboy?
Settled on the soft bedding, I squirmed beneath him until he was perfectly lined up with my entrance. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whispered between lashing each other’s lips, tongues. Not making me wait another minute… second, he entered me swiftly. Yes! Snug, a perfect fit. No going back, he spurred on. Moving his hips in a motion that hit all the right spots, I matched his movements as best I could.
“Oh God, Jade, you feel so good,” he groaned pushing deep into me.
Delirious with pleasure, he took me to a point where I lost all control of my body and sense. Waves of ecstasy rolled from inside to outside and back, a whirlwind of turbulent blasts hit me. No one had ever brought me to such a thundering orgasm both literally and figuratively as the storm crashed on
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